sweta'karman'

I am a writer,who writes and writes and go on writing till the end for two specific reasons:first to placate my inner being who is also a writer and second to go back in times whose moments are frozen and kept intact in only my pages whenever I want and whenever I feel.
after writing some lines I drop down the fear of being robbed by the dust of regrets and remorse of not confiscating my everflowing thoughts who pause for just moments and pass by without any say but whispers that also faints with days...
the swings in moods and twists in emotions my stumbling desires and fantasised wishes ..all come true in my world of write where I have coddled an imagery containing a pen ,a white sheet where every colour would appear and landscapes emerging out of my paper.........let us write more and more,better and greater to preserve our voices and words in the cosmos for ever ..............